Marked
I have a flaw,
one visible for all to see.
I can't run from it,
because it burns through me.
Its soft and round,
easily found.
It sticks out,
without any doubt.
It centers around my forehead.
I see it every day within my reflection,
I turn my head away in dismay.
This mark I was born with,
that I can not dismiss.
I do not know why its there,
or what it means.
All I know is that it haunts my dreams.
This flaw, this mark,
so red and dark.
Its left there to bare,
for all to see.
An imperfect me.
Beyond anything, I want it gone.
This mark of mine,
one I can never hide.
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